ENTRY 9 - Heretical Flesh

This page is blighted with mold and the imprint of a memory…

The words seep experience into your open mind…

THROUGH THE EYES OF AN EMPTY VESSEL…

Dormant. Bound.

[Knock]

Threat.

Storm outside.

Rain soft thirst.

Flashes show shapes.

Shapes I know.

[The Knock is stronger]

Gentle whispers reach from me.

To all.

As Father, as Fikrul.

Barons. Kells.

Gone.

Another voice…

[The Knock is insistent]

Pressing.

FearandConfusion.

No.

The mind beneath this one screams to the surface.

Nothing, Scorn, a Son… Fallen… Eliksni…King…

Akriis does not bow.

Arise, commands the voice buried in whispers.

Akriis does not bow, but Akriis is dead.

Peeled away.

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The spine of the Glykon breaks, its vertebrae now interchanging.

Scorn howl to herald the crossing into Nothing.

Through the Locus, they hear the whispers and obey:

"Meet Salvation."


FRENETIC SCRAWL INKED IN THE MARGIN READS: There's a scanner array off the hull near the hangar. I patched a line through to it to check Qinziq's feed. Needed somewhere to listen.

ENTRY 8 - Acheron's Wall

Category: Book: Captain's Log

ENTRY 10 - Blood in the Barrel

Duality

Category: Eliksni

Estival Excursion